I don't wanna leave, but it's my destiny

[siesinddasessen]

Who: Blaine siesinddasessen and Julien espigeonage
What: A walk in the forest to catch up with a cousin goes horribly wrong
Where: Around Füssen, Germany
When: 25th of November
Warnings: Shingeki spoilers for post-anime; disturbing imaginary, violent animal death.


The message, received fairly early in the day, was short and to the point: "I'm in Fussen and have the rest of the day off. Let's meet." After a bit of figuring out where exactly to meet, they agreed on walking around in the low mountains that directly border the flat lands on the German side of the border. Their conversation mostly is occupied with catching up with each other - Blaine is working of finding work outside of Locke, because it's getting risky staying there, she expects that her face will be leaked sometime soon, considering that a number of numbered knows who she is at this point. And moving out of a place where she knows her way around into a context where she doesn't have many connections, any connections are good. Even if they are as awkwardly close as a cousin.

But there is another reason to her visit as well, one closely connected to some people that have not-so-recently left the network...

Still, she'll take a while to get there. "I've thought of moving to Las Vegas, but the climate sucks." She shrugs - there are more reasons why Las Vegas isn't ideal, but this is the one that is the easiest to use. "While this area here has a similar one to Locke."

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[espigeonage]

Julien winces as she kills the first animal. The second one is too loyal or stupid to take the hint and run away but goes after her ankle-analogue. Maybe they were mates.

He doesn't like Blaine's titan form, didn't like it even when it was small enough to wear clothes and share a roof with him. It's just his habit not to show that, even when it towers and moves in a way that makes his stomachs(?!) turn.

[siesinddasessen]

It has changed now, too, nothing human left about her form - not that Blaine notices as she goes for the mate and tries to pull it off her leg, not caring that ripping it away means that it tears some of the skin of her ankle, making her stumble and fall on one knee. It will heal, and whatever this is, it is dangerous to her own human form (and just as dangerous to Julien).

For a moment, she simply holds the animal up in the air, and it is then that she notices the two younger Wolpertinger, obviously at least partly of the same race as the dead one and its mate. They were invisible while she was shorter, but now-

and then the vertigo of an echo sets in fully, and she falls on her second knee as well, dropping the animal. This-

[espigeonage]

He sees her gaze shift - ugh, she's creepy like this - but can't see the young. Twigs on the trees around them tremble when she drops to a crouch and kneels disoriented. He doesn't see why she'd do that, but a really unhappy feeling sweeps away his dismay at his own fresh changes.

The swandog falls hard but survives, snarling and whimper-shrieking in a way that seems suddenly rather pitiful, even with the toothy serrations in its beak flashing. For a moment it's making the only sound here.

Julien finds he's holding his wings very tightly against his body, his tail low enough to press against his legs. He makes himself shout. "Blaine?"

[siesinddasessen]

She simply stays as she is for a moment, steam rising from her ankle. Neither the swandog nor Julien seem to reach her ears, and when she stands, she turns towards neither - as if they aren't there at all. Instead, she stands and seems to ...sniff, though not with her nose. Searching.

Her head turns left, and right, as if she's trying to decide where to go, and then she heads back down the path.

[espigeonage]

"Hey!" He takes a step after her and halts as the Apostle's calm washes over him. Apparently a monster sighting hadn't been enough danger for it, he thinks sourly. The pieces line up in his head. How fortunate that she'd only just been talking about this.

She's a troll sometimes but this is too much. Werewolf mode. Trying to eat humans. Really hard to kill. He can't help here. Even if he gets her attention somehow - how? there's nothing big enough to really throw, even! - he wouldn't last ten seconds. He has to contact anyone who could help.

Quite calmly, Julien says, "You're such an asshole, Blaine," and starts to dial a number. The fallen swandog hoists itself painfully onto three legs, blood-flecked saliva frothing as it snarls at him.